Fix You - IT Fanfiction

Three

Since Ben and I didn't have our bikes with us, the others walked their bikes into town with us. When we arrived at the drug store, we sat Ben down on a crate in the alleyway next to it.

"Richie, stay here," said Bill as he, Stan, Eddie and I ran up the alleyway and into the store.

The bell chimed as Eddie opened the door and I felt the cool air against me.

"What do we need?" I asked.

"Leave it to me," answered Eddie.

Eddie began grabbing stuff from off the shelves, for once his super hygienic lifestyle came in handy.

"Do we have enough money?" Asked Bill as Stan counted the money.

Stan, Bill, and Eddie all had a few coins but I had nothing.

He was the only one who was decent at maths. When it comes to school, English and gym are my thing. Stan shook his head.

"Don't you have an account here?" I asked Eddie.

"Yeah, but my mum can see what I buy and if she finds out I bought all this stuff, I'll be in hospital all week getting x-rayed," Eddie said.

"I have an idea. I'll distract Mr Keen while you guys take the stuff," I suggested.

"Y-yeah, that s-s-sounds good," Bill said.

"Just give me a second," I breathed.

I pushed my boobs up a little bit and walked up to the front counter.

"Hi, Mr Keen!" I beamed.

"Well hello, Primrose! How are you?" He greeted.

"I'm great, what about you?" I asked.

"Not too bad," he said.

"Your pharmacist coat looks great on you, Mr Keen. You really pull it off," I complimented.

Mr Keen laughed. "Thank you, I guess."

"Can I try it on?" I asked.

"Sure," Mr Keen agreed, handing me the coat.

I put it on, it was very big on me.

"What do you think?" I said.

Mr Keen leaned forward, and I could feel his eyes looking down my top.

I heard the others leave the store with the stuff.

"You look just like Elizabeth Greenleaf," Mr Keene told me, referring to the country's first female pharmacist.

I gave him a smile.

As Mr Keene bent down to pick it up, I looked back and saw the Losers run out with the stuff. I took some candy off the shelf, taking advantage of the situation.

Stealing stuff, that brought back a memory.

As Henry and I approached the door of the supermarket, a man came up to us.

"Hey kids, want me to get you some cigarettes?" He asked.

"No, we're fine," Henry said.

"What did you say?" The man growled.

"We said we don't want cigarettes," I repeated.

The man stepped forward, a look of fury on his face. 

Henry pulled me inside.

"Thanks, he had me scared!" I laughed.

"Let's get some of those mini hot dog things, what're they called?" Henry asked.